After hanging up, it was more than five o'clock. It was more than fifteen minutes since Mulian said that she would return in an hour. Su Shaanshao still stood up. He knew that Mulian was a man of one word, and she could never bear it for herself in the Qing Dynasty.

Walking into the hall of the hospital, Su Shaanxian saw a long and solid figure standing in the distance, a fierce scar on his face, and his continued indifference. Su Shaanxian was not surprised. Is it not a simple thing for him to want to find himself by admiring the forces of Liancheng?

A Tie saw that Su...